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sonata for the flute and piano
adding some slices of a sunrise tasted with the friends and a calm sleep on the sand for the brioche with bilberries I cut the almonds I break the nuts in this August evening the sky releases the colours- like the agate on the seashore at the "Seamagic" torrents of musical phantasies against the seediness the Benedich eggs excited a handshake a dreamy smile broken peers in white wine who wouldn't give the marchal stick for a marengo chicken? when the woodcock’s eyes start fading away it is a sign that it can taste quiet this dusk of the day or life as ISSA can say tiny summer rain a romance in the ice bucket for later on between graces and muses only Seneca’s hen together with the poetess Kozne Uzawa it a milk coffee the autumn is near some drops in a caress. may cure the heart
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